Worlds inside awaken

who mad broken sad uphill gathering it all bad worthy till it breaks me off bag thats a brag, it's bad. Ten half past seven local legend my times half a million. Never let it end, Several children walk my car, it starts with one look kid one song hong Kong music nothing listens my dear my smoke appears and fears wash onto the pillow, stops by a willow talks stupid shit, rock paper scissors and the tree stone breathes and atom my likes are Atam nice to meet you nasty timing why I'm whining cuss I'm winning spinng special reach gang peacher down the street kid. Note to self long poles on coals my dear my fire bangs wipsers to my attention claims it's a whisper my bad it's half child wild no host local. Near miss a dance. 

Electronic dystopian, dark beats, heavy synths, edgy and intense, female, bass, hard beat, pop, male